Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cheraud m brown
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cheraud m brown
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Raud Geez
Executive Producer
Lyrics
They told me I wouldn't make it
Every time I turn up, I wanna see they faces
I spend and make the bread back I'm heating like a baker
I'm blind to this shit like a white chick
Don't Check ya girl phone, nig, you wouldn't like it
I know I shouldn't compare
I just wanna pick my pace up
Yeah, I know I'ma make it
Because it ain't about ah peso
Oh I don't have a mom and dad
They on vacation
So every lesson learned from God and he teachin' me patience
Wait
You hear the beat
It start walkin' while I'm vacant
Pussy **** ain't p
Philly **** always hatin
I'm tryin' to succeed
I'm from the bity overthinkin
If this shit don't work, I'm the one that feel the shame
Lean on stream like a cane
My emotions still untamed
I Get mad because she live
I use my work to hide my pain
I'm so funny that I laugh at my jokes
It's insane
I took people who ain't belong in the light to the shade
I make God look cool to the youth
I'm a mage
I can dance and be myself and make a million
That's game
I'ma undeniably and they look like I was strange
I say money, money, man
I'm just doin' what I can
After that, they said I'm rich
I guess I showed them what I'm sayin
Then we argued every week
We still together, but it changed
Told her she look at me different
I see her eyes, they look betrayed
I never meant to hurt the trust that I'm trying to set the stage
Written by: Cheraud Brown